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In order to save her family, an 18th-century witch entertains suicide, thereby entering a coma-like trance that lasts 300 years. In this magical state, she reaches into the future to guide other people who long for redemption.

England, 1710. Young Alba knows she is a witch, but the term means nothing until her mother is executed for witchcraft. Then Alba enters a trance that causes everyone around her debilitating emotions, just like Alba’s. The trance, which is Alba’s magic, does not appear again until years later when her mentor is arrested and sentenced to death. Panicked, Alba stabs herself in the heart. Instead of dying, she enters a “false sleep” (coma), a state of spiritual consciousness. Hoping to find peace for others, she seeks similar souls in the future.

Germany, 1942: An American soldier is mortally wounded. In his final moment, he experiences the glory of a beautiful life, if only in his dreams. He enters a spiritual realm filled with warm family adventures, metaphysical escapades that are alternately hilarious and horrific, yet always lead away from anguish. Directed by Alba’s unseen influence, Andrew fights for solace, and wins.

Indonesia, 2003: A young American woman on a Western Pacific island must relive an ancient, tortuous journey through a primitive environment in order to redeem the foreigners in the country. Influenced by a power she can only sense in her heart (Alba), Connie seeks a solution of acceptance instead of rejection.

Told with humor and compassion, the heart of the book is the longing to find peace despite haunting failure, and finding joy in helping others achieve the same.

Enjoy an Excerpt

Though I am obligated to share my story of survival, the forces compelling me to do so are impossible to suss, being infinite and immortal. Hereby accept my testimony, which I create for the benefit of my peers, on behalf of the Creator.

By “Creator,” I do not refer to the deities worshiped by the world’s disparate cultures. Understand that the greatest creative force in the universe is not all gods, but all goodness. My story is additionally difficult to convey because there you are, believing that witches are atheists. You would know more about God if He had given you the power of magic as He did me.

We need not begin with my appearance, though people expect this. What we see of others is the first thing we know of them, prior to grasping their generosity or avarice. Very well, then, I am average in appearance for a British lady in her teens. My mother, even at her end, was average in appearance for a British wench in her eighties, though her true age was half that again.

“At her end.” We are getting to that. Only now can I get away from that, after being blessed with redemption, which is a most holy form of magic.

I was born on Man’s Isle in the Irish Sea, sinners’ names used by witches, who are too naive to invent languages or coffee houses. (“Sinner” is the name witches have for those people of societies and cities.) Witches celebrate neither anniversaries nor holidays, and since our calendar consists of the seasons about us, I know not my date of birth, my numerical age. Suffice to say that the year of our Lord is 1700 and something, the “something” part a variable when the future is no different from today.

About the Author: H. C. Turk is a writer, sound artist, and visual artist. His novels have been published by Villard and Tor. His short fiction, sound pieces, movies, and visual art have appeared in numerous magazines, websites, podcasts, and film festivals. He used to paint houses (not as an art form.)

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